"Gu Changfeng—"

Feng Zhen repeatedly suggested a detour, but Gu Changfeng repeatedly insisted on walking the fog forest, and as soon as he stepped into the fog forest, Feng Zhen lay on his back a little sullenly.

During the days when she was captured, she often wondered what happened to him in the fog forest.

Was it ruthlessly thrown to the mass grave by the Tianyao Army, or was it taken back to Jincheng by the Yunding Army for a good burial, or was it a violent corpse wilderness?

Now holding him warmly, she actually felt a little unreal......

"The minister is here." Gu Changfeng responded without humility or arrogance.

"Gu Changfeng ......" Feng Zhen was calling him again.

Gu Changfeng: "......"

"The minister is here."

"If there is a crisis one day, you and I can only have one person alive, please live."

In the previous life, you lived and died, and in this life, you will change it, if your thoughts are like the gangrene of the bones, as long as you are alive for a day, you will be tortured for a day.

While he didn't like her yet, there was no pain of missing.

Gu Changfeng's heart trembled fiercely, and his knuckled hands subconsciously grasped the reins.

Why did she say such deep words?

If that day really comes, it must be her life, and it can only be her life.

She is the king of the clouds, she is here, the clouds are here.

However, the next second, I heard her smile and say, "However, if there is a day, we will fight our way out." ”

"Hmm." Gu Changfeng nodded gently.

The hand holding the reins suddenly tightened, and Fei Yu immediately stopped, and the sound of the branches being knocked open and rebounding could be faintly heard in his ears, as well as the sound of water dripping on the grass.

turned around and whispered to Feng Zhen: "Your Majesty, hug the minister." ”

"Hmm." Feng Zhen blinked lightly.

In the vast white mist, with a "whoosh", the sharp blade cut through the sky, and Fei Yu's body leaned back to skillfully avoid it, and Feng Zhen and Gu Changfeng were both upside down.

"There is an ambush, everyone be careful."

Some people in the team shouted, and the sound of "whoosh" arrows piercing the air came from all directions, and the footsteps of the carefully trained war horses began to panic.

The location of the fog forest is unique, the water mist does not disperse all year round, three meters can not distinguish between men and women, five meters can not distinguish whether it is a person or an animal, ten meters can not see anything.

At this time, if you are attacked suddenly, you can't attack rashly, you can only tell where the enemy is by your sound.

In the white mist, the sound of arrows cutting through the air, the messy footsteps of horses were mixed, and from time to time there were screams of people.

"Hold it tight." Gu Changfeng turned around and said to Feng Zhen, and in the next moment, he flicked his toes, swept over the barren grass, skimmed over the bushes, and landed in front of a group of black-clothed people accurately, drew his long sword, and slaughtered all directions, his blood and qi diffused in the cold white mist.

And he was carrying Feng Zhen on his back the whole time, skillfully avoiding attacks again and again.

After fighting for about half a cup of tea, the fog forest regained its calm, and the blood splashed on Gu Changfeng's face was still warm.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Gu Changfeng asked the person on his back word by word, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face.

"I'm helpless." Feng Zhen shook her head and hugged his neck tightly with both hands to prevent herself from falling.

Now he is even stronger than she imagined.

The thirteen styles of meteors can be transformed freely, in one go, and the murderous atmosphere is soaring.

I don't know how strong that person from Tianyao is now.

There are many princes of Tianyao, although he is the crown prince, but it is still unknown whose hands the throne will fall into in the end.

"Gu Changfeng, from tomorrow onwards, I will learn the Meteor Thirteen Style."

On the official road in the white mist, Feng Zhen said softly, her voice a little softer, less domineering.